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A THE WIND-SWEPT WHEAT. Faint, faint and clear Faint as the music that in dreams we hear Shaking the curtain-fold of Bleep That bhutt. aw ay The world's hoarse voicethe sights and sounds ol day, Her sorry joys, her phantoms false and fleet, So soitly, sottly stirs The wind's low murmur in the rippled wheat From West to East The warm breath blows, the slender heads drop low, As if in prayer. Again, more lightly tossed in merry play, They bend and bow and sway, With measured beat, But never rest. Through shadow andthrough sun Goes on the tender rustle of the wheat. Dreams, more than sleep. Fall on the listening heart, and lull its care. Dead years send back Some treasured, half forgotten time. Ah, long ago, When sun and sky were sweet, In happy noon, We stood, breast-high, 'mid waves of ripened grain, And heard the wind make music is the wheat! Not for to-day Not for this hour alonethe melody, So soft and ceaseless, thrills the dreamer's ear! Oi all that was and is, of all that yet shall be, It holds a part Love, sorrow, longing, pain The restlessness that yearns The thirst that burns The bliss that, like a fountain, overflows The deep repose Good that we mi*ht have known, but shall not know The hope God took, the joy He made com plete Life's chords all answer from the wind-swept heat Mary Ainge De Ve-e, in Christian Union. WHAT VENTRILOQUISM DID BY JOHN A 'REGAN. "It cannot be true. No, she is not so cruel, I will not believe it, but imagine it is some wild creation of excited fancy. She whom I deemed the impersonation of beauty and honor act thus? Why, it is as far removed from her nature as heaven is from earth. And in a tremor of excitement he be-, gan pacing backward and forward, grind ing the inoffensive carpet beneath his iron heel. "But here is her letter," he continued. "What ottier proof could I possess? Let me once more read it, so that each word may be inde.ibly imprinted in my mem ory "Mr. Le Clare:I hope, for the sake of both of us, thai you will forget what passed in the grove last evening, as I find on a elosor analysis of my feelings I do not entertain for you that love which a wife should hold for a husband. Dur ing our intercourse I never for a moment supposed that you regarded me with any thing more than a passing friendship, and on learning the contrary, I was so aston ished I knew not tor a moment what to say. The fire and strength of your dec laration almost overcame me, and seeing that one little woid would render you so happy, I could not refrain from uttering it. After your departure prudence wl is pered it were better to undo at once what pity had dictated and so, much against my inclination, I am compelled to make you acquainted with the facts as they really are. Forget me and bestow your love on some other more worthy of it. If the past could be forgotton, it would be a pleasure to me for you to include among your friends, AMELIA FORREST." After he finished reading it, for the mo ment he paused and held his burning brow between his hands. "I will do it," he said, with the air of a man who had resolved on something desperate. "I will learn my fate from her own lips,|and if it is as I fearj^will*' That evening he cal'ed upon Amelia and found her ready to start on a shop ping excursion. On beholding him she started back in unaffected surprise, while the face that the moment before resem bled carmine was deadly pale. It was almost dusk, and no lights being in the room he was not aware of her agitation. "Good evening, Miss Forrest," he saia, with a coolness he would fain have thrown aside, as he seated himself in accordance with an invitation from her. "I am sor ry to detain you, but beg you will not object to a few minutes conversation with me indeed it is on a subject of vital importance to me, otherwise I would not haye presumed to trespass on ydfur valua ble time." "I see you have not forgotten how to flatter,"' she said as she lowered her face so that he could observe none of its work ings, "and, I suppose I shall have to giant what you desire.*' "Miss Forrest," he continued, as if he had not heard what she had just said. "is tins a farce or does it contain your sentiments?" and he handed her the note that had been so fatal to his happiness. One glance was sufficient to satisty her the writing was unmistakable. "Mr. Le Clare," she answered, in tones that sent a chill through him, "when you entered I supposeed you came in accord ance with the request centained in this note, and as a friend and only such am I willing and happy to receive you. Since you mention what passed Sunday even ing, I must again say it can never be. You might have spared each of us this painful interview, but perhaps it was bet ter as it is." "You mean this for your final answer?" he asked, with a calm dignity that sur prised her. "I do." Without a word he arose, and left the room without ever noticing her. The following morning the Forrest family were seated at breakfast when "Miss Amelia Forrest 1" cried the post master, as, letter in hand, he tapped against the window. Kate Payton, her cousin, a blooming brunette of eighteen summers, ran to the window and received it from him. "I wonder who it is from," she said, with a sly glance, as she threw it into Amelia's lap. Amelia blushed as she recognized the handwriting, and, going to the window, eagerly began to peruse it. No sooner had she mastered its contents than, with a shriek that startled all, she fell sense less to the fbor. Instantly all became confusion. One suggested one thing and another something altogether different, but Kate disregarded them and bathed her temples with cold water and forced a little wine between the clenched teeth. In a moment the effects of the liquor be came manifest, and she once more breathed freely. Her swoon, however, brought on a swoon which was destined for weeks to confine her to her bed. Kate now took up the cause of all the trouble the letterand, as she supposed, it was from Mr. LeClare. Its contents aston ished her, and, as she finished reading it, she cast a glance of pity toward the un conscious Amelia. It contained the fol lowing Miss FORREST In a few hours I will be aboard tho Vermont, bound for the wilds of Australia. My prospects in New York were in every respect promis ing, and at some day not far distant I had hoped to stand at the head of my profession. But these thoughts are things of tho past far, after what has happened, how can I remain, and per haps in a few months see you the bride ot another? In one sense of the word, 1 must thank providence ior revealing to me before too late the baseness of your nature. A woman who would knowing ly lead a man on from day to day until she has her toils woven securely around him, and then toss him aside as a worth less plaything, isu nworthy of the title. But what think you of her who engages herself to her dupe, and, when he is at the height of his happiness, with one tell blow to demolish the air-castle which she has so cunningly erected. Is she not only unworthy the name of woman, but a disgrace to it? And, worse again, if she, plays the hypocrite and denies leading him on, and urges him to solace himself with another love, what think you would be your opinion ot her? Ask yourself the question and perhaps you can answer it, and at the same time have a reason for my sudden departuie. I was in doubt on receiving your letter but our inter view'in the parlor set all my doubts at rest. Whatever my fate in a strange land may happen to be, before Heaven, you, by your heartless conduct, are re sponsible for it. If you are capable of it, pray for your victim. HENRY E CLARE." The cause of her sudden sickness was now apparent, and her father started to the dock to see if the Vermont had yet left, for he thought he could induce Henry to return, as there must be a mis take somewhere but all hope left him on finding he was an hour too late, and, soirowful and disconsolate, he was obliged to return without him. Three weeks later Amelia was able to go about but what a change! Instead ot the joy ous, light-hearted girl of old, she was but a mere shadow of her former self. Five years have passed since the events above narrated. In one of our principal hotels there enters a man, weary and travel-stained, yet with a certain dignity and grace that, seen under any circum stances, very plainly bespeak the gentle man. He advanced, and, divesting him self of his overcoat, revealed a frame Scuidy and well-knit. The face, though aot exactly handsome, possessed a cer tain winning expression, and was the one out of a thousand most likely to attract the notice of the beholder. "What name?" asked the clerk, as he opened the book and prepared the regis ter. "Henry Le Clare," he answered, as he drew out a book well-filled with bank notes. That evening as he strolled along the veranda in front of the hotel he noticed an unusual excitement some distance up the street, and stepping forward he saw that it was caused by two horses attached to a carriage, who were dashing towards him. They seemed greatly excited and were beyond all control, while the car riage lurched from side to side, and the bystanders expected each moment to see it upset and the inmates daahed to pieces. Within were two young ladies who sent forth scream after scream which only ten ded to increase the speed of the madden ed steeds. In front of them was a large stone. Against this one of the wheels struck, and rebounding several feet in the air, one of the ladies was launched with terrific force against the curbstone. Henry knew that if the other was to be saved he must act very quickly, else it would be too late. He stepped into the street de termined to at least try. On dashed the steeds, flakes of foam flying from their reeking sides at every step, while in front of them stood Henry, pale but resolute. But five yards separated themfour, three, two, one! Right up against the horses' faces he sprang, and was sucess ful in grasping the bridle-rem. For a moment they struggled desperately, paw ed the air wildly in tact lifted him from his feet, but there he hung like a dead weight, and they were unable to proceed. They appeared to be hardly able to stand, and shook violently, as it knowing that they had met theirniatch. Covered with blood, for their iron hoofs had struck him several times, he stepped in front of them and lifted his hat to the lady. What was his astonishment at beholding in her whom he had so gallantly rescued Amelia Forrest! With a groan of anguish he hastily as cended the steps of the hotel, and disap peared from the view of an admiring crowd, who would have further made the acquaintance of one who had performed an action of which any of them might justly be proud. "Telegram just received," said the clerk to Henry, as later in the evening he hand ed him a slip of paper. "Thanks," he said, as he threw the fel low apiece of silver, and hastily tearing it open, read: "MR. CLARE :Come at once. She is dying, and would reveal something of importance. MR. FORREST." "Dying I" he echoed wildly, all the old love returning despite the knowledge of her perfidy, and in a few minutes he found himself at the house. "You will find her up-stairs alone," said Mr. Forrest, as ho himself opened the door she would have no one present when you arrived, and I thought it best to let her have her way in what she de sired." He quickly ascended, but instead of Amelia Forrest, he beheld Kate Payton. At the sight of him she held out her hand and motioned him to be seated be side her. When she spoke it was a low voice, and he was obliged to lean forward in or der to catch the words. "Before I begin," she said, "I shall have to receive your pardon. Otherwise I fear I shall not have the courage to pro ceed. He signified that she was forgiven, and she continued: "Amelia and I were out riding to-day. when from some cause the horses took fright and I was thrown from the car riage aud received these injuries. You siuv ceded in rescuing her, and it ever man ada claim on woman it is you. But Fd better commence at the begining. Five years ago you recoived a note that was to undo tho promise she once made to be yours. I may at once state it was I who wrote it. Do not start so, you fright en me forwietched being that I am, I loved you madly and thought that but for her you might bo mine. You called to receive the answer from her own lips. It was I who received you. For months previous, I had been taking lessons from a celebrated ventriloquist on imitating her voice. It was dusk, you could not recognize me, and I finished successfully what my letter had begun. The letter that you wrote on board the Vermont al most drove her crazy, and for some time we despaired other life. On her recovery she had suitors by the score, but one and all were forced to leave the field for want of encouragement. Ever since, your image alone has reigned supreme in her heart. Examine your own, and see if there is not a little corner left tor her. Answer me plainly, do yet love her?" "Love her?" he asked wildly, "I love the ground on which she treads. If I ever thought I could once more call her but no, it impossible," and the strong man threw himself across the table and wept like a child. Kate coughed feebly, and from behind the window-curtain stepped the form of Amelia Forrest1 Advancing to the table she sat beside him and wound her arms around .his neck. "Henry, dear Henry, have you no word for me after these years of waiting?" He started back and shook like an aspen then seeming to understand that he was forgiven, he clasped her to his bosom. Strange to relate, Kate recovered, and to-day she relates to a pair of fine boys how their father saved their mother's life in front of the Hotel. INDIAN SUPERSTITIONS. Curions Notions Concerning Thunder and Lightning. At the Saratoga convention of social scientists, Dr. J. G. Henderson, in the sub-section of anthropology, gave%ome interesting details of Indian notions con cerning thunder and lightning. In the Illinois language the word for thunder is Wa-kin-yan, the meaning of which em bodies the belief that thunder is caused by the noise caused by the wings of a huge spirit-bird. It was thus that these Indians satisfied their curiosity in regard to the philosophy of the phenomenon. "An orthodox Dakota Indian," said Judge Henderson, had the same reason lor be lieving in the thunder-bird that we have for believing that the whale swallowed Jonah!' The author analyzed the abo rignal ideas and superstitions relative to thunder and lightning, the central notion of all being that these manifestations are the direct acts of spirits. Almost all the tribes in the United States believed the thunde* to be produced by the wings of a great bird, and that the lightning was the serpents that were invariably connected with the thunder bird. Among the ancient tribes of the Mississippi valley the thunder therefore, soon became a thunder god, who could be propitiated with sacrifices. The Ill inois Indians offered up a small dog when a child happened to be sick upon a day when there was much thunder, supposing the latter to be the cause of the malady. Many accidents, like conflagrations were attributed to this angry god, and some tribes did bloody penances in pro pitiation, often putting to death their own children. Statements that the In dians adored the thunder, however, the speaker believed to be erroneous. It was the cause of the thunder that they wor shiped, and before which they burned tobacco and buffalo meat, oi cut off the joints of their fingers, or threw their chil dren into the fire, when they were over eome with fear. The Peruvians had as an idol a stone which had been split by the lightning. They offered it gold and sil ver. The natives of Honduras burned cotton-seed when it thundered. Other Southern tribes made no sacrifices on the approach of a storm, but abased them selves in the most abject fear. The grandest conception of all, the author thought, was that of Iroquois, who said it was their great god Heno who rode upon the clouds, split the forest trees with thunder-bolts, or hurled stones at his enemies His home was under the roaring falls of the Niagara. He was a patron of husbandry, and in the spring he was invoked to water and nourish the growth of their productions, while at the harvest festival they gave him thanks for rain. He was also the avenger of evil deeds, and the Iroquois trembled when his deep shout was heard rolling along the firmament. In Brazil the thunder and thunder-god occupied nearly the same place, and the author dilated upon the connection between this idea and no tion of the "fire-stones" (flint, chert, etc.,) which runs through the whole Indian mythology. Some tribes gave this god a sling with which to hurl the stones. In this way he explained the process ol thought by which the thunder-splits came to be the war-gods of the Dakotas and other tribes, from whom were received the tomahawk, spear-heads and other weapons of flint, and those super natural paints which should protect them from the murderons shafts of their ene mies. The wild rice being aquatic and looking like an arrow or spear, is also at tributed to the thunder-sgirit as to its ori gin. In Mexico great temples were built upon the sacred spots where lightning had struck. A curious notion among the Peruvians was that the preserved bodies ef twin children who died in infancy should be worshiped, supposing that one of them was the son of the thunder, the origin of the idea being the fact that the thunder-god of that people was one of the celestial twins of Apocatequil and Piquerad. This tradition was utilized dy Pizarro's missionaries, to teach the Indians the doctrine of the trinity. In the thunder some of our western tribes recognized an admonition of tho Great Spirit of the four winds, that the time of corn-planting was at hand. But the main and ruling idea everywhere was that the cause ot the thunder was a bird under various disguises. They de scribed its form and abode and food vari ously. Different shapes and habits were ^s^^waawswwitaMB^^ compared and analogies pointed out. Many professed to have seen it, or its fea thers, or tracks, and some had found its nest on pinnacles of the rockiest moun tains. Usually it was described as com Sounded parts Of a man and parts of i, ird and it was tho young birds which were charged with the mischief when the lightning did any harm. Judge Hender son thought if there is to be found anv resemblance to an earthly bird, the nigh" hawk was the species that had originated the idea. Notwithstanding the thunder was so eared as a god, there were warriors brave enough to defy him, and the Sioux have an association whose exclusive privilege is to fight the thunder. Instead of pro pitiating, they resisted mock battle the advance of the storm-cloud. The Southern Indians behaved similarly, ac cording to old writers. This introduced a very interesting account of "rain doc- tors," and the other charlatans who en gaged to produce fine weather. Passing over many interesting details, tne theo ries of the manner in which the noise of the thunder occurred next claimed atten tion, and wore discussed minutely in re spect to curious details. The paper was closed with a recapitulation and general observations upon the Indian method of reasoning correctly, but trom fglse prem ises. AN IOWA DIANA A Fightfol Bide in Pursuit of a Fleeing Elk. Charlton (la.) Leader Wyoming Letter. One or your lady residents is, at this writing, ranked as a heroine by the na tives of this wild, both whites and In dians. Miss Maggie Foreman, who came to the mountains a few days since to visit relatives, has accomplished a feat of which few hunters can boast. Miss Fore man came to the springs, which are sit uated twenty-eicht miles above Fort Steele, on the head waters of the North Platte, with hor sister to spend a few days in the very heart of the wild coun try. Mr. Jim Adams, a noted hunter and scout, accompanied the party as guide and general protector. Mr. Adams, who is Miss Foreman's brother-in-law, was raised in Mount Pleasant, in your State, and came West in the early days of the Union Pacific railroad. Being of an ad venturous disposition, he drifted about among military posts and Indian vil lages, and he is to-day one of the most daring and bravest scouts that ever fol lowed a trail in the Indian country. On Tuesday last Adams started on a broncho to ride with a scout to a surveying party on Medicine Bow mountains, leaving his handsome, trained horse with us. Adams had been gone but a little while when Miss F. expressed a desire to ride her brother's horse around. She galloped around the camp for a while, and was about to dismount, when a shot was heard aboutx500 yards up the river, and a moment later an enormous black elk came dashing out of a ravine, with Jim Adams a short distance behind in full chase. The elk was wounded, but yet able to run at great speed. The writer, in sport only, never dreaming she would undertake it, handed Miss F. a large army Colt's revolver and told her to go and help catch the enor mous animal. Miss Foreman took the weapon and started toward the elk, which was but a short distance away at that .moment. And now began an. exciting chase. The horse was thoroughly train ed for such work by Mr. Adams, and as soon as started upon the trail dashed for ward with frightful speed. Adams urged his hoise forward in a vain endeavor to overtake her, but the little broncho which he bestrodevwas no match for his own favorite steed. The elk started for the mouth of the canon, about a mile distant, through which it could reach the higher mountains. We felt greatly alarmed for Miss Foreman's safety, believing that in the excitement of the chase her horse had become unmanageable, until she was seen to fire the revolver at the elk, and then we knew she was after meat. Two, three, four shots were fired, and yet the speed of the elk was not lessened, but at the filth shot it was observed to waver, stag ger and in a moment fall heavily to the ground. Then Miss F. was seen to halt and fire another shot into the animal as it lay struggling near the horse's feet. We hitched up a wagon and drove to the scene, where we found Adams sitting up on the body of the fallen monarch of the mountains, while Miss F., flushed and triumphant, stood near. We had no fa cilities for weighing the animal, but Jim says it will crowd nine hundred or a thousand pounds very close. Miss F. had the tail cut off as a trophy, and will soon exhibit it to her friends in the city. A number of Yuma Jack's band of Yute Indians, who were camped near, and who witnessed the chase, crowded around and gazed upon the heroino with stares of amazement, one of them remarking: "White squaw heap braveride all same like wind in storm." Apples of Gold inPictures of Silver During along life I have learned that people who have the happiest and health iest minds take an active part in every thing which concerns their community, their State, or the country at large. A proper interest and sympathy for others gives men vigorous minds and a broad view, while selfish views tend to contract even great intellects. A thoroughly selfish man must, in the end, be a thoroughly unhappy one. The study of men nas taught me still another great truth, It is that, while their conditions as to wealth, the charac ter of their homes and surroundings are very different, the variety of worlds they live mare still more varied. Money may fix the character of a man's house, but only intelligence and culture can give beauty and interest to the sphere or world in which he passes his life. Every single object on this earth is of value to those who know its character, its history and its use, while those who are ignorant of these things take no interest even in the choicest productions of na ture. To one man the heavens are filled with great system of mighty worlds. To an other skjes are simply so much blue space^ dotted with bright, but to them meaningless points of light. To one the earth is an exhaustjess museum, giving endless subjects for stufly, thought and happiness to another it is simply a clod in which to grow potatoes and cabbages. Appreciating and acting on these fa mahar truths, I decided at an early age to take an active interest in everything 22 that concerned the general welfare, and, above all, to keep my mind vigorous and sympathetic. I determined to learn something, no matter how little, regarding every ob jector subject which came under my notice I did not seek to be learned in a high degree with regard to any of these things, but I did seek trom my own labor and the labor of others to gain a reasonable conception of the progress of science and the ends it has gaided. I believed that by doing so, while life lasted, no matter what change of health or fortune came, I would be able to find some subject or object in the world by which I might be interested and render ed content. A BROKEN STRING. Sing,and to yon? Nonowith one note jarred, The harmony of life's lon chord is broken: Your words were light and by light lips were spoken, And yet the music that you loved is marred. One string, my friend, is dumb beneath your hand, Strike and it throbs and vibrates at your Falters upon the verge of Bound, and still Falls back as sea waves shattered on the strand. Touch it no more for you shall not regain The sweet, lost tone. Take what is left, or let Life's music 6leeD to death. Let us forget The perfect melody we seek in vain And yet per chance, some day before we die A6 half in dreams we hear the night-wind sweep Around our windows when we fain would sleep, Laden with one long, sobbing, moaning cry, One faint far tone will waken and will rise Above the great wave voice of mortal pain Hand will touch hand and lips touch lips again, As in the darkness it recedes and dies Or lingering in the summer's evening glow. Then when the passion of the crimson West, Burning like some great heart that cannot rest, Stains as with blood the waters as they flow. Some old, forgotten tones may rise and wake Our dying youth and set our hearts aflame With their old sweetnessto our lips the name Of love steal softly for the old love's sake Cornhill Magazine. ^m LAST DAYS OF LEE'S ARMY. The Men Who Led the One Hundred Capt. English and the Flag of Trnce. From the Atlanta Constitution. The narrative of Gen. Gordon of the last days of Lee's fighting in Virginia, which appeared in the Constitution of last Sunday, has been the subject ef gen eral comment. There are many men in this city who went through those fearful scenes, and in whose breasts the fervid words of the narrative wakened memories that have for years been smothered by he hum and bustle of the world. Capt. James English of this city is the man who received the first note of the correspondence between Gen. Grant and Gen. Lee that resulted in the surrender. It came about ou the night of the 7th of April. Capt. English was commanding a company in the second Georgia battal ion, in Wright's Georgia brigade. This brigade had been engaged all the afternoon in a heavy fight with Miles' division, and had captured about 1,200 prisoners. The men were feeling pretty good over it. Their lines were resting near High, bridge in Vir ginia. At night a courier dashed up to the lines and asked for a truce, stating that he desired to send a note from Gen. Grant to Gen. Lee. Capt. English, in whose front he had halted, went forward and told him that he would communicate his wishes to the brigade headquarter. At length the permission was granted and the sealed message was sent forward. While it was gone, the courier who had brought the message began talking. "Do you know what that message is?" he said to Capt. English, who had just been joined by State Senator Perry, who was adjudant-general of the brigade. "No, I don't 1" was the reply. "It is a demand for the surrender of Lee's army!" We are not permitted to chronicle the exact nature of the reply made by Capt. Eng lish aud Adjt. Perry to this information. A PATHETIC INCIDENT. A gentleman in this city writes us the following account of a most pathetic in cident that occurred on the night attack on Fort Steadman. It gives the name of the leader ot the 100 men who took the fort. A more touching or heroic incident is not be found in the annals of the war: ATLAKTA. GA., Sept. 1.H. W. GRA- DY Dear sirYour interesting account of a recent interview with Gen. Gordon regarding the closing scenes of the late war in yesterday's Constitution, bruigs to the mind of the writer an incident that I think worthy of note as illustrating the lion-hearted determination ot the humble actors in that bloody drama. The officer who commanded the hundred riflemen, whose task was to capture FortSteadman, was Capt Joseph P. Carson, Company I, Fourth Georgia regiment, Phil Cook's brigade, who now resides on his planta tion near Reynolds, Taylor county, Geor gia, a younger brother of Capt. Carson, only about nineteen years old at the time, and acting as a courier for Gen. Cook, followed his brother unawares into the fight, and was probably the first man killed, as immediately after daylight Capt. C. found his body lying on the edge of the fort with head to the enemy. Capt. Carson kept the body near him, moving trom point to point during the fight, and when the order was given to retire, took the dead brother on his shoul ders, still commanding his men, andadvanced brought it and the survivors of his men into the confederate lines and, since the surrender the body to its home in Georgia where it now rests. As no official accounts of these names have been kept, as an act of justice to the living and the dead, I beg to bear testimony to these facts, hav ing been an eye witness. Yours very respectfully, W. T. WILSON Lieut. Fourth Georgia Regiment. A PIECES OF UNWRITTEN HISTORY. We present also from Prof. J. H. Logan an interesting account of the events ot that night, and of a piece of history not heretofore writen: EDITORS CONSTITUTION.After read ing H. W. G.'s thrilling account of the last acts of the confederate army at Petersburg, Va., I felt somewhat con strained, being an eye-witness of much which he describes, to add something, though in a very poor way, to his bril liant narrative. Such contributions, from ft any source, ot a reliable character, will be of great yalue to the future historian who shall write that story for the coming generations I was then serving in Gen. William Wallace's South Carolina brigade, form erly Gen. Evans', and attached to Gen. Gordon's corps on Gen. Lee*s extreme left, near Hatcher's Run and Southside railroad. I cannot forget the night oi the 23d and 24th of March, 1865. About -undown of the 23d a courier arrived at our field hospital with an order that about mid night we should move with the brigade to Petersburg, about six miles distant. The night was brilliant with moorjlight! We knew nothing of the nature of the enterprise before us, but that it was one involving serious work we inferred from the preparations and the midnight march. By 13 o'clock the command was moving. Just before leaving I called to see young Norwood, who was dying of fever in one of the tentsa son of the distinguished physician, Dr. Norwood of South Caro lina, and a nephew of Mrs. Speer, a ven erable lady now of Atlanta. He passed away, I believe, that night, and doubtless at the very hour when his friends and comrades were storming Fort Steadman. On the march, a short distance from Petersburg, we passed Gen. Lee head quarters. It was about three in the morning, the house was lighted up, and a large number of horses readily saddled standing around the enclosure. This was another indication of the hazardous en terprise before us. The cocks were crow ing loudly for day, as the brigade filed through the silent streets of the sleeping city without a moment's halt, the men were hurled upou the enemy in or around Fort Steadman. The surgeons scarcely had time to get things ready in the field hospital before the wounded began to pour in upon us. It was a costly nignt's struggle to South Carolina we lost there some of the best men of the old brigade that had seen so much service in Virginia, Maryland, and Mississippi. By the afternoon of the 24th the hospitals of the city were full of such of our wounded as could be borne from the field. The 17th South Carolina, my own regiment, came back leaving both its Colonel (F. W. McMaster) of Columbia and its Ueutenant-colonel (Culp of Chester) wounded, and in the hands of the enemy. The gallant Benbow of the 23d was badly wounded and left in the enemy's hands, There were other prom inent officers of the brigade who fell or suffered that night, whose names I can not recall now. Those of them who were only wounded could not see then that a merciful God had laid them aside to be hidden from the more fearful sufferings of the letreat and the scenes a Appoma tox. They were kindly called for, be lieve, in every instance, by a generous ene my. I nevei met Col. McMaster again till after the close of the war. The meu who had returned tiom tbe midnight assault could give no account of him, except that as usual he had fought gallantly and was seen to fall, and was either deal or was a prisoner. Alter returning to our old quarters, near Hatcher's Run, on the right, as the terrible elays and weeks roll ed away, hearing nothing from him, we began to mourn him as doubtless among the dead, whom the enemy had buried upon that ill fated field. His devoted wife has, I dare say, in her possession, at this moment several letters by which some of us endeavored to cheer her with the hope that her brave husband lived and was kindly attended by a generous enemy. I have not met Lieut.-Col. Culp from that day to this. I do not know that he lives but no better soldier ever drew a sword in his country's defence. After the failure of the night of the 24th of March, as Gen. Gordon remarks, all was virtually lost it was only a mat ter of time, and a very brief time at that, to exhaust the agony of the unequal struggle. But there was one piece of history, connected with that disastrous affair that Gen. Gordon does not mention, which many of us heard soon after, and which, if true, goes far to temper the re grets, under the disaster, of all who be lieve in the special, overruling providence of an allw.se and almighty God. Gen. Pickett's division,then the strong est in the army, was stationed some fif teen miles from Petersburg, and between that city and Richmond. In the order from Gen. Lee before referred to, and which Gen. Pickett had received in full time for Gordon's exigency, he was in structed to amuse the enemy by a feint along his skirmish line, whilst with the strength of his division he was tofly,as it were, in trains awaiting him, to the the help of the gallant Gordon. The filnt was made, the enemy aroused and deceived, while Pickett," with his main force was hurying, as fast as steam could propel them, toward Fort Stead man and Petersburg. A few more min utes and Gordon's masterly stroke would become a great victory,"Grant's right flank completely turned, and his line of communication broken. Minutes grew into hours as the heroic Gordon and his brave men strained their ears to hear the roar of Pickett's ap proaching trains, or the rattle of hit. invincible rifles upon the rear of the fast recovering enemy. "Why does Pickett delay?'' ran spontaneously along the watching and waiting lines. Alas! consummate bravery and intre pidity could avail nothing against the decrees of heaven! The rapidly moving train bearing Pickeet ahd his brave men, all burning for the fray, had proceeded but a few miles from the point of de parture, when many of the wheels of the train suddenly went down with a crash, piling upon the track an insu perable barrier to all further progress till it was useless to move at all in the direc tion of Petersburg. At the last moment Gordon withdrew Bullenly before the gathering foe, leaving many a gallant soldier either dead or wounded in his hands. Thus ended the last aggressive movement of the confederates. It was the will of heaven. J. H. LOGAN. A well-known Bostoman was trying a horse one day, in company with the own er, a professional "jockey." Having driv en him a mile or two, the gentleman,, who noticed that he pulled pretty hard and showed a good deal of spirit, requir ing constant watching and a steady rein, said, "Do you think that is just the horse for a woman to drive?" "Well, air," an swered the jockey, "I must sav that I shouldn't want to marry the woman that could drive that horse."